Monday 16 March. I had marked this date in my calendar for months in advance. This is THE day, the big day, my competition day! Months of studying would be finally over! I would let my cleaning lady in, take the kids to school and head for my great all-day-challenge at the EU quarter! Weehaa!!
Well it is Monday 16 alright, but my cleaning lady will not come, neither will I drop the kids to school or go try my wings to change my career. I cross over my competition in the calendar. I also cross over girls piano audition, and my yoga retreat, as well as friends over for dinner party. Not fun.
After breakfast, I set up the kids to start our first day of home schooling. I hear from distance my husband informs me that we do not have any Internet. We actually don’t have Internet. I check my phone for a notification from the service provider, nothing. The whole Belgium has been instructed to telework and e-learn, and -as we find out after persistently calling them - our service provider is conducting a planned maintenance for the next 6 hours..This country does not stop amazing me.
It is evening, it has been a long day, I won’t go much longer. I changed the title having spoken with friends in Spain, who are actually in full confinement, no going outside except for grocery stores. I feel their pain in an apartment with two young children. I send a small prayer that all the Belgians would understand to respect the semi-confinement and the consequences that breaking it will lead to.
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